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It was just another day at the Aries Villa. Their daughter was placed in the care of Nunnally and the maids; with the former fully unaware of the debauched acts that were about to take place at the deepest parts of the structure. Nunnally had become something of a second mother to the infant, taking over her care when Marianne was too busy with affairs. In a way, she looked very much the image of a doting mother, young but passionate.
Soon, said the depraved voice at the back of his head. It sounded very much like the voice of his mother, Marianne. Very soon, she will join us. And she will bear your seed and become one of the flowers in your garden, my son, just as all of your sisters.
The image of his beloved sister, whom he'd protected and cherished for much of his life, spread-eagled before him, whining and moaning senselessly as he slipped his cock eagerly into her snatch, was almost enough to send him over to orgasm. And it didn't help that Marianne's own cunt was just as wonderfully tight and aggressive around his length; keeping him buried inside her wonderful insides while she casually sipped wine from a flute and chatted with Guinevere. As the bed rocked and creaked, as the women's skin rippled—from his mother's smooth pale skin, to the creamy white abdomen made wholesome by the baby inside Guinevere, Lelouch felt as if all was right in the world.
When he felt the first signs of his orgasm, Marianne's legs locked around his back, without missing a beat, as if she were quickly reacting to an enemy, causing him to spurt out his cum inside her loving depths. As he came, his two lovers gazed at him fondly, enjoying the look on his exhausted face.
This truly was heaven, Lelouch thought. While his two lovers now sat between his legs taking turns cleaning up his and Marianne's fresh fluids from his length, Lelouch allowed his thoughts to drift.
His daughter, publicly the newly born Princess of Britannia, was fit and healthy. His second child, now secretly growing inside Guinevere's womb, was along its way. He had two lovers who adored him very much and certainly did their very best to prove their devotion to him by worshipping his body as best they could. Still, he held his greatest love for Marianne, his mother; even if he now had a growing affection for Guinevere, whom he'd hated as a child. But her becoming the mother of his child had made him soften his impression of her, which was a positive, at least.
Despite Guinevere's reputation, they thought it wise to avoid even a little exposure (and scandal) by pretending that Guinevere had taken a sabbatical from all her businesses and roles as Princess and had gone on a secret worldwide tour. A year later, high society would then be rocked by Guinevere's newest scandal, with her adopting a child for her own, despite her royal responsibilities. Hopefully no one would look deeper enough to suspect the child the product of loving incest.
The child would also not be in line to Britannia, eliminating the many risks present his first daughter now faced. It had rankled Lelouch to see her being presented to his father, and the latter sparing the child with naught but a short glance. It was the same attitude he'd shown to the younger siblings, so that wasn't too surprising. But he was angry for his daughter, as the real father, which deepened his animosity towards his own father.
And so, Guinevere was taken into Aries Villa, and made to live as a queen on Lelouch's orders in the deepest parts. Only Lelouch and Marianne knew she was there. In a sense, it was almost a prison for her, but she never wanted for nothing, least of all the bountiful pleasure she now experienced as the slave to his cock. They spent many a day and night in the abyss of infinite pleasure, with Guinevere eventually (and inevitably) succumbing to the exquisite feeling of indulging in the wicked and the taboo so much that she pledged herself completely before long. And then, after that, the seed inside her quickened, and then she was the next bearer of Lelouch's child.
A sharp shooting wave of pleasure coursed through him, making him shudder and leave his reminiscence. His cum spurted out in hot jets and splattered all over his lover's faces, coating their beautiful visages with his lewd color. Giggling together like two girls sharing some joke, they started in on kissing and licking each other's faces clean of cum, giving Lelouch a front-row seat to something no other person in the world was allowed to witness: a Consort of Britannia trading cumshots back and forth with the First Princess of Britannia. His cum, on and inside his women.
After they got cleaned up, relatively speaking, Marianne bid her leave by leaving a big kiss for him, while Guinevere went ahead and mounted her thick, pregnant body on top of his crotch. His mother and lover freshened herself up, then got dressed while he and Guinevere spent their time fucking lazily, taking it slow for the sake of her pregnancy.
"I'll be going now, my dear," Marianne said, once she was all dressed up.
"Give me a kiss."
"Clever boy." She blew him an air kiss. "Any closer and I'd just get drawn in for another hour of fucking. And while I would appreciate your cum soaking my panties for the whole ride, I am in a bit of a hurry. So just make do with me eating your fresh serving of cum for now. And of course, Guinevere-dear will take care of you while I'm gone."
"But Mother," he moaned, calling for her like a spoiled child, his moan coinciding with Guinevere's pleasant squeezing around his cock.
"Now, don't be a child. We talked about this," Marianne said playfully. "Mommy's got some business, so you'll be a good boy won't you Lelouch?"
"Fine," he groused. Then in a more normal tone of voice, he said, "Have you confirmed the report then? I hadn't had the time to look it over."
Marianne waved her hand absently. "Kind of. But it's the most promising lead I have so far. So I'll be sniffing my way there, and hope to find it. And as ever, if I find nothing, then it's no harm, no foul. I'll just come on back here quickly."
For the past few weeks, Lelouch had been made aware of Marianne's most recent project, the details of which she had been somewhat reluctant to completely share. He knew it involved some sort of investigation into the past, and he'd surmised that it was more than likely her past. But beyond that he knew nothing, and he was unable to wheedle even a tiny hint from her. He considered asking Nunnally to help, as she was usually the one who could tease secrets from their mother. Of course, it had gotten a lot more awkward with the fact that he was fucking that same mother regularly.
Ordinarily, he wouldn't even have been concerned; he wouldn't even have known, had Marianne not requested the use of his assets. This included things like his intelligence network and his myriad contacts within Britannia and in the other countries. These were quite literally his hands and feet when it came to maneuvering in Britannia's byzantine court, and he wouldn't allow the use of it for frivolous ends. (Except, of course, for the recent case of using it to corner Guinevere) Admittedly, he could not refuse his mother anything, and it had taken only a few expert stimulations of his cock (and a one-time session with her tight asshole) that he had acquiesced. Ah, to be led around by his carnal desires—he was truly a sinful man.
Lelouch absently rocked his hips upward, to stimulate a whining Guinevere. "Alright. Please be safe, mother."
"Always, my dear," she said. "And you be good now. Not only do you have to attend to the mother of your child here, but you've got homework to do, young man," she said, in a teasing, scolding voice.
"Yes, mother," he replied with the same candor, rolling his eyes.
"I'm off."
Lelouch sighed. So far, in his current life, "homework" had been something he was supposed to work on along the side. His first homework had been investigating and ensnaring Guinevere for his and mother's sake, to add her to his possession. And then, of course, Marianne had demanded more, and had pointed Lelouch to a number of other candidates. She had made him an actual list.
It was essentially his "seduction" to-do list. And of course, Nunnally was there, but somewhere along the bottom of the list, to be put aside for later. Marianne had jokingly referred it to his own prospective list of Consorts, for when he ascended the throne like his father. Naturally, such jokes had become a lot more dangerous now that he was actively cuckolding his own father with his mother.
Still, he couldn't help but notice that more than half the people on the list were his own flesh and blood—his half-sisters like Guinevere. And while he'd already gone too far to question himself on reaching further into the depravity of the forbidden and the taboo, it still made Lelouch think on Marianne's intentions. Assuming they would be his Consorts in the almost impossible dream of becoming an Emperor, would the world even be prepared for such an incestuous display? Brother and sisters, and one mother—with children already on the way?
Well, the thought of it made his cock harder. Before he realized it, his mind returned to his current state: that of fucking his half-sister in her sopping, puffy cunt. He exhaled, as his thoughts kindled in him a fire that he had to bring under control: considering Marianne was no longer here to soothe him when he went out on a rampage. It would hurt the baby perhaps. So he breathed in deep, and out, cooling his lusts, until he finished inside his cock-slave once more, filling him with a satisfied, sated feeling as Guinevere collapsed on the bed to cuddle him, her limbs insisting on holding her little brother close. Her breaths eventually slowed, clueing him to her sleep, and he patted her belly fondly. This sort of intimacy was a rare thing to enjoy, and one had missed utterly with his mother. To think that his own flesh and blood grew there, ready to be born strong and healthy, just like his own daughter. And then to think of all the others in Marianne's list, of all the mothers he would make of his sisters…
For example, the proud and austere Cornelia had been a prominent name on the list. Over the years she had grown to become quite the voluptuous beauty, her gentle personality wrapped within the demands of her current work as a soldier. True to form she'd had many suitors, though she'd all but turned them down, leading many to believe she'd be one of those Princesses married completely to the job.
He'd already started laying the groundwork there, despite Marianne calling her difficult. But if he could catch even the eldest of them by himself, what did he have to worry with big sis Cornelia? The only reasonable he currently faced was availability—she was almost always deployed on some warzone or another abroad, and though she had the privilege to be transported directly back to the homeland without complaint she never did. But to Lelouch, such a thing was easily circumvented by finding the right opportunity, and exploiting that to its fullest. Many had projected that Cornelia li Britannia was destined to serve as an elite Knight of Rounds to the end of her days. But no, Lelouch thought determinedly: she would become no spinster, but a proud mother of his children.
…Well, that was still in the future. For now, he had his mother's concerns to occupy him, along with Guinevere's continued training and pregnancy. So thinking, he returned Guinevere's embrace and snuggled his head between her breasts, placed his palm reassuringly on their baby, and allowed her mature musk to lull him to sleep.
Lelouch peered into the mirror, examining his eye from all points and angles. After a while, he sighed, and then picked up his phone.
"It's me," he told the one on the other side. "You can take him back. Don't worry about it. I've taken care of it. He won't talk, I can assure you." He shook his head as he put the phone away. "Not completely, anyway," he muttered, though no one else heard.
It had been a while since he'd last heard from his mother. She said she was in South America, pursuing a "crucial lead" there. That had been a week and a half ago, with no word since. Personally, Lelouch wasn't worried. Well, he was worried, but he was confident that a woman as smart as his mother knew best how to handle things. She was one of the few people he could actually trust to be a useful ally.
Admittedly, he already had agents on the ground in her last known location, combing for clues to her current whereabouts. If he were to be asked: if he was so concerned after all, why didn't he keep a constant eye on her? Then he would answer that he'd been doing that, but his ex-employees managed to bungle that up and ended up losing sight of her, to his consternation.
He'd also had his own ongoing concerns. It was also why he hadn't been as active with the "list"; it was a matter so world-shattering in its implications that he simply couldn't put it off.
Lelouch glanced at the mirror again.
Geass.
It was a strange power that had come to him, some time ago. He had kept it secret from Marianne and Nunnally, fearing rightly that a conspiracy was afoot. He had since then attempted to find a way to confirm his suspicions, and only now had he gained the confirmation. What's more, he'd even used the wretched power itself to gain it, using it on the man they'd just interrogated below.
"So troubling…" he muttered to himself. It was then that another ring on his phone alerted him. Hearing that familiar, upbeat ringtone sent his heart pounding. Wait, was that not from…? Eyes widened, he scrambled for the phone, and answered.
"It's me, my dear," came the purr of his mother's voice. "I'm heading home. Please expect me."
"Please expect me" was code for "clear out everyone from Aries Villa, even Nunnally, except Guinevere in the secret chambers, and prepare to fuck her raw the moment the doors closed behind Marianne". And an eager Lelouch did just that, forgetting his worries about Geass for the moment to immediately begin the arrangements. Throughout he fought to hide his obvious tent of erection, which threatened to rip its way through his trousers.
"I'm back."
"Welcome back."
The returned Marianne was a haggard traveler on the outside, but to Lelouch she was as breathtaking as she had always been. After lifting her bags and putting them to the side of the door, he locked the doors quickly, engaged the alarm system, and then immediately lifted his lover by her buttocks. Their tongues clashed together fiercely and passionately, fueled by the hunger of abstinence. He crushed her to him, her heaving bosom squashed against his chest, while her legs locked right around him.
It was a testament to their mutual hunger that they began to fuck then and there, without any thought of decorum or shame. Lelouch pinned his mother against the wall, fished out his erection and inserted it inside her eager, sopping cunt, and began to fuck her with all the ferocity of a hungry predator. The walls echoed with their panting, their heated sighs, all born from their mutual need to fuck each other raw, fuck each other senseless. Lelouch, who had not heard her voice in a while, now heard it like a soothing melody in his ears, quenching his thirst like the water of an oasis. He sought her voice unrepentantly, wanting her to scream, to shout from pleasure, as his hardness bore deep inside her, filling her hot pussy with his cock, making her tremble and whimper. And she reciprocated, her hunger for him just as pained and needy, clutching him hard as if she never wanted to let him go. Not long after, the two lovers reached climax, their forms engulfed in the sizzling, electrifying hedonism of this forbidden love.
By the time Lelouch realized it, he was in the guest bedroom's bed, his hard member still slick in his mother's juices. He looked around blearily, and saw that his mother wasn't here. But it was easy enough to track where she went—a long trail of her wet juices and his cum led out of the room and back towards the entrance. He followed that lewd trail, passing by bits and pieces of their clothes that had been tossed along the way of their frenzied, mindless lovemaking, and then back to the entrance foyer.
She wasn't there, but he did note that one of the bags she'd brought was open, and that another, fresher trail of fluid led in a different direction. It was leading directly to her bedroom.
When he went up there, he saw his mother, still stark-naked, body glistening with sweat, sitting on the side of the bed. She looked up when he approached, and he found his heart stop.
Her expression was one he had seldom seen. It was stricken and sad, as if she was just on the verge of crying. Her moist hair was askew, and she looked at him with the same frightened countenance of a lost child.
"M… Mother…?"
She blinked, and shook her head. "Lelouch…"
"What's wrong?" he said, walking to her side. He spied a glance at the papers she was holding, but the angle was wrong so he couldn't read it clearly.
She didn't answer; for a long moment she was merely staring off into space with a dull expression. Then she smiled sadly and patted the spot next to her, bidding him sit.
"I found what I was looking for," she began, after exhaling another sigh. "And perhaps, in a way, I wish I hadn't."
"Why?"
She gave him the papers. Lelouch was a quick reader, and as someone who needed to quickly analyze data at a glance, he was able to grasp Marianne's intentions in a flash. What he did discover, however, left him slack-jawed in shock.
"This DNA test…" his wide eyes looked towards his mother. Her face twisted.
"Ironic, that it took my trying to find a method to cover up for our precious secret, Lelouch, that I was able to find out your father's."
On the first piece of paper was inexplicably printed the link between Marianne Lamperouge and Charles zi Britannia.
They had a paternal link.
"Father…" he gasped. "Is your father..?"
She nodded, her lips set in a grim line. "Technically speaking, that makes you my brother, dear."
Lelouch sat back. A million thoughts swirled in his mind. He found himself struggling to move forward, and he groped about blindly for a topic to broach. After all, this showed that their line, from Charles down to Nunnally, to Lelouch's own daughter, was the product of heavy incest. Charles married his own daughter, and that same daughter bore a son whom she would unite with to bear another daughter.
Slowly, he said, "Does he know?"
"No he doesn't, and he didn't. I was effectively some sort of bastard child," Marianne said. "I confirmed it once, with my mother. Only, she wasn't my mother, I was only adopted under the Lamperouge family, dropped off like luggage. My parents were probably told never to ask questions. I mean… I knew I was adopted when I was young, but only now…"
He exhaled. "I see…" He calculated the ages. "Father must have been very young…"
"Wait, before that, Lelouch, that's not the only thing," she said. She looked pointedly at the papers. "There's more."
Lelouch glanced through the other papers. His brow furrowed, as the implications became clear. He looked back up. "Wait, what?"
It was then that Marianne began to laugh, a laughter that was mixed in with a violent sobbing. Lelouch quickly set the papers aside, and embraced his mother, patting and smoothing her skin reassuringly.
"It's a joke… A joke right?" she whimpered.
How can this be? He thought. His mother had pursued the mystery to the very end. If she was not a Lamperouge, then whose was she? If Charles, her husband, had actually been her father, then where was her actual mother?
Lelouch knew his mother had been barely affected by that; she was openly sneering at Charles with her infidelity with Lelouch. So what then had broken her?
It was the fact that in his youth, Charles had somehow sired a child with his own mother, a past Consort of Britannia, whose name was now buried in the history books in the so-called Decade of Blood. Whether or not it had been consensual, the fact remained: not only was Marianne born from Charles, she too was a product of incest between mother and son, just as their own daughter was now. That made Charles her distant elder brother as well as father.
And that made me and mother, and Nunnally, siblings, sort of, Lelouch thought.
Frankly, the news perturbed him, but only because this was affecting the woman he loved. Whatever Marianne's status was, blood-related or no, she was the woman he had grown to love. She was the one he'd vowed to protect. She was the mother of his child.
"…I fail to see why this is upsetting, mother," Lelouch began.
"What? Why can you not see it? This is so screwed up!"
"It is 'screwed up'. It is quite a mad spiral. But…" he sighed. "How should I say this, for me, this changes nothing. As long as you'll have me, I will have you. You can take as much time to process this as you want, I'll be here for you. But remember this, mother—no, Marianne. I've chosen you as my woman, and nothing on this paper will ever change that. I was already fully prepared to make you mine when you are just my mother. Nothing about you in my mind has changed. You are still the woman I love. So cry. Cry as much as you can, in my arms. I will be here, my dear Marianne. And this time, let me dry your tears."
She continued to sob on for a few more before she looked up and flicked the side of his head. Despite the tears in her eyes, she looked amused.
"And here I thought I'd be lectured by you. But now you sound… like you're talking to a woman you want to marry."
"I do," Lelouch said seriously, making Marianne's eyes widen. A blush came to her.
"I… I…" she stuttered.
"If you'll have me Marianne, then allow me to make you mine." A thought occurred to him; he had no ring! Well, he had a ring in mind, but he had yet to purchase it. He looked around, hoping to call that dealer and have it delivered—
"From the stupid look on your face—you have a ring but don't have it on you, right? As I expected of you, my dear."
He blushed. "I—I had not been expecting this now, of all the times to ask…"
She silenced him with a kiss. "It looks like you're still a long way from becoming a man," she said, in a whisper.
"I don't—" he started to protest.
"But you know what? Let me propose to you. Become my man, Lelouch. Be mine, forever."
"Yes, I will," he said quickly, looking deep into Marianne's eyes. "Sister, mother, no, become my wife. If you'll have me, Marianne."
"Oh Lelouch…" she said, pulling him close into a deep soulful kiss. They did not come up for air until five minutes later. They were still staring at each other, in wonder, as if they didn't know what to make of the other.
"This feels like a dream," said Marianne.
"No dream's as beautiful as this."
After a moment, she stood. "Wait here," she said, then strode towards her closet room.
Some time later, she emerged, clothed this time. But now she was wearing one of the most beautiful white wedding gowns he had ever seen, embroidered with many lovely designs and studded with gems that glittered in the dark. She made a sexy pose, exposing the way the gown fit nice and snug against the splendid curves of her body.
"M—mm—Marianne," he said, wheezing. His naked erection was harder than it had ever been.
"Like what you see? I had it made after I gave birth to our baby… I knew that sooner or later you'd want to pop the question. So, here it is."
"You're beautiful," he said. "So, so damned beautiful…" She approached the bed, and straddled his legs. She smiled serenely; all trace of her previous sorrow gone. Who cared what that man had done? In the end, the only thing mattered was the bond between these two lovers, and all the time they needed to spend with one another.
"I feel bad for Guinevere," she said, as Lelouch started in on kissing her neck. "But as the first Consort I'm getting mine first." They rolled onto the bed, and their magic began.
She slid down his body, until she was at the level of his impressive length. She palmed his erection, and looked up with glowing eyes at her beloved one. She folded her fingers over the base of his cock and then lowered her head. She brushed her lips against the tip. She ran her tongue over his swollen head, tasting the dried bits of herself from their earlier frantic coupling. She opened her lips wide and took him fully inside, once more bestowing upon him the bliss of being sucked by his mother's mouth. She licked and slurped all over the hard meat, wriggling her tongue, adeptly contorting the space inside her mouth and generally using newer ways to skillfully funnel all his pleasure through her mouth to surprise him.
"Ohhh god that feels ahhh…"
"Mmmphhh…" she smirked triumphantly, her cheek bulging from his turgid length, proud to have still found a way to surprise her lover, despite the many times she'd given him head.
She deliberately slid her lips back up until only his engorged tip remained inside her mouth. She stared into his eyes and saw the same fire that was presently on hers. Then she let her tongue go, lolling and twisting around his tip, while her lips formed a suction to keep him inside. Lelouch's body shuddered, his limbs flailing about in agonized pleasure.
"Ack! Cumming!"
Marianne braced herself for the flood of hot semen that came blasting into the back of her throat, salty and fresh. Her throat started to work his first load in, even as more and more came spurting like a fountain inside her mouth, coating every surface of it until her cheeks started to bulge.
Eventually, she let him go, satisfied he was done. But then he surprised her by splattering her face with one last shot, smearing his semen all over her nose, on her cheek, then her lips. She shot him a look of "well-played", then spent a moment swallowing the remaining cum inside her mouth before scooping up wads of his drying cum on her face and eating that as well, sucking on her fingers with loud, lewd slurps. Lelouch sighed in contentment; but of course, his erection was still hard and proud, just as she liked it. To congratulate him, she swirled her tongue around the head, to top off her fellatio with an approving smack.
"You're always so good with that… Marianne."
"Anything for you, my love." He held her as she slid upward, kissing his body all the while, before pressing her head against his rugged chest. She giggled.
"I wonder if we should tell anybody else," she whispered.
"It's up to you," Lelouch said. He was already maneuvering her around on the bed, stripping off bits and pieces of her wedding dress. Every last part of her was ready for him, her body fully primed and aroused from his earnest proposal. Her pussy twitched with hungry anticipation, radiating a musky, moist heat.
But just as she was expecting him to spread her legs wider and start, he saw a peculiar look come over Lelouch.
"Mother," he said. "What I'll be doing might seem like a dream—but please be assured that it'll be the best damned dream you'll ever have."
Before she could ask him to elaborate, she felt something glint in his eyes, and then a moment later she felt something grow below. She looked down and saw to her surprise that he had grown a second cock, just as long and girthy as his first.
"Is this a dream?" she murmured, before Lelouch took his position above her.
"Honestly, I'm not really sure myself," Lelouch said. He primed her pussy, then did the same with her asshole, and she felt the phantom sensation of her rear entrance once more being bored into like a drill. Right as she thought that, her breathing sped up, her pussy leaking even more fluids to help lubricate her down there. Then he readied himself, his twin cocks now primed to enter both her holes at the same time. She whined as he pushed himself down and forward, the twin tips burrowing into her at the same time.
This new sensation was a thrill, just as if she was on her first time once again. And truth be told, this was something of a honeymoon for the both of them—their first night coupling together after their mutual proposal.
"Ughh… Marianne…" he said as he managed to slide both cocks halfway inside. He withdrew after a beat, then eagerly thrust in again, then again and again, the twin sensations already causing lightning shocks up her spine.
"Come on, Lelouch… give it to me… give it to me!" Her son obediently thrust forward, sinking his large pecker and filling both her holes as they'd never been before, stroking the sensitive spots inside simultaneously, causing her pleasure to start skyrocketing. Being filled by his fourteen-inch cock was already a pleasant thing to experience—receiving two of them was very much overkill.
Lelouch for his part, was finding his footing, so to speak. The awkwardness of wielding his Geass-born cock was now quickly deciphered, and he was therefore able to adjust his position and his rhythm as he needed. After burying his cocks completely up to the hilt, he began earnestly grinding their crotches together, priming and testing the perfect rhythm by studying the faces Marianne made.
Still, despite his desire to see to his mother's pleasure he couldn't help but feel the constant pleasurable pull of having twice as much stimulation as he'd had before. It was as simple as multiplication—twice the cock meant feeling twice that much pleasure. Combined, it became a vortex of ecstasy that left him groaning and his knees buckling from the overwhelming strain. Marianne's two holes were already heavenly places to be, but doing them at the same time only served to pull him to an early ejaculation.
"L-Lelouch," Marianne said, in-between gasps. Her mind was filled solely with the thought of her lover; nothing else much mattered. She kissed him, again and again, greedily grabbing onto his tongue as she could. "Whatever you're doing—fuck! Keep doing it… Keep doing it, please baby, fuck me, fuck me..!"
"Ahhh… Kaah! Marianne… Marianne!"
As their tongues danced together in a bright, erotic high, their navels never stopped rocking against the other's. She undulated her hips against him, taking deeper and tighter than she could have ever managed. His thrusts became deeper and much more aggressive, and both her holes began to work around him with much more enthusiasm. Their kissing turned to ardent gasping from the constant incestuous pleasure, though they kept their lips pressed together, mixing their spit here and there. Her wedding dress, once pure and immaculate, was now stained irrevocably by their mutual fluids. But that was fine; to them it was like breaking in a building's new foundation.
As was the case many times before, Lelouch began to lose sight of his meticulousness and let the mating instinct take over. His cocks began to dive into her holes with reckless speed, never completely leaving her pussy and asshole, each full-blown thrust making her sob with renewed pleasure. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs tight around him, contriving to keep him constantly buried within her. She showered him with kisses, as he sloppily licked and bit at her exposed nipples. She nuzzled his neck, leaving small bites there, while he bit into her shoulder like some mad beast intent on leaving his mark by claiming her as his own. Her boobs bounced about as he slammed home with his twin cocks.
She was the first to cum, losing control as she screamed into his neck from the explosion of intense, carnal pleasure. Her toes curled up, and her fingers clawed for purchase on Lelouch's back. Both pussy and asshole writhed in ecstasy, bathing their crotches with her steaming juices, as he continued onward, riding her orgasm with a marked stubbornness.
"Lelouch, oh Lelouch!" she cried, over and over, as the flames that were kindled by her orgasm kept on raging, even as he continued to give it to her. He continued to plow into her, slamming his hips over and over and piercing her with his twin tools, seeking only to devour, to reach the furthest heights of ecstasy, kissing and biting, sweat dripping from their bodies as he kept burying those massive cocks inside relentlessly. She gloried in this strange, novel sensation, even as it was couched in the forbidden, the taboo, of this incest performed twice over. For was she not also his sister as well as mother? Now she was lover, and to Lelouch that was the most important thing to him now.
Their familial lust seemed to ignite something in their shared blood, a cleansing flame that purified them of all doubts. It accepted all truths to reveal one that was important most of all. This was no forbidden act, but an act of simple love and lust, of filling in a mutual need, as two people bound by blood sealed their bond ever closer through an act most primal. There was no one then to deny them their want, to prevent their sexual union from coming to fruition once more. And thus, to seal the deal, Lelouch's twin cocks exploded, swarming her well-used holes with the gift of his potent, life-giving seed.
As this warm semen filled her womb to the brim, Marianne found herself surprised to feel her bowel the same way—her filthy bumhole now swamped with his pearlescent cum. In the heat of the moment, her wonder and questions passed to give way to the utter delight she felt at being filled in both holes at the same time. She gasped, struggling for breath as her body squirmed and convulsed from the sheer incestuous pleasure of being inseminated once more by her son. As if to calm the raging tides within her, Lelouch captured her lips once more, keeping her grounded even as her spirit fought to rise to the highest heavens. Her vision turned white, and she knew nothing else.
After what seemed like an eternity in that white nothing, she found herself prone on the bed, his body on top of hers, his arms hugging her body possessively, and both her holes still stuffed with her his meat sticks. She could feel the warmness of his cum settled in the deepest parts of her body, as if she had been infused with Lelouch's own warm soul. Occasionally she could feel either of his cocks twitch, and then a few more dollops of his cum came shooting out, ensuring he would completely devote all the loads he currently had right inside. The powerful set of orgasms had worn them out, though neither could say they were out just yet.
"That was… breathtaking…" she panted. She rolled her body over, with his twin peckers still inside her. "I never figured on experiencing something like this."
"Yeah…" Lelouch said, while idly cupping her breasts from behind.
"What is it you did?" she asked.
He paused. "It's kind of hard to explain."
"Right." And it was rather hard to explain when one's cocks were still lodged deep within one's lover. It made one's intentions quite transparent, especially when his cock started moving.
"Here we go," she purred, maneuvering herself to be on top. The feeling of gravity pulling her down to impale her on his twin cocks made her shudder. Her magnificent breasts now hung free from the wedding dress, each ripe and plump and glistening. "Let's make this last, my dear."
They move right on, with Marianne bouncing eagerly on his twin manhoods. She bucked and swayed, rocking her hips round and round while ensuring his erections remained glued inside. Her boobs jiggled and shook in front of his face, with his tongue reaching out to lick her nipples anytime he managed it. Her expression remained one of absolute, slack-jawed ecstasy as she slid down and up, reveling in the feel of being fucked raw by a pair of cocks. The new angle did not just give her a new perspective, but actual new pleasures.
She began to ride him with a quicker pace. Flecks of sweat came raining down everywhere. The pleasure started to build up again, descending into a pool of splendid, sensual delight as their bodies shone with sweat in the dim room. The thick scent of their combined musks, dosed with the scent of their fluids, filled the room like an almost palpable cloud. It trapped them within this vortex of carnality, within which she became like a symbol of wild, untamed sex, her limbs flailing about, her entire body dancing around the points that were her own's son's cock.
When she came, she disappeared once more into that white void. When next she woke, it was to the sight of Lelouch's remarkable vitality: with her knees bundled up to her chest, his hard cocks buried inside her wide-open entrances as he began to piston forward into her again and again, rutting like an animal in the midst of the mating season. In this position she felt well and truly dominated by her son, made only to wail while receiving his cocks. She felt like she'd been split wide open.
They would explore a lot more positions for the rest of that night. Each yet again was a unique experience for both lovers, her lower lips practically swollen and battered, her asshole gaping and ruined. She remembered being on top, riding her son like a lewd saddle, grinding herself on his cocks. She would hold onto the headboard of that bed, as Lelouch pumped into her behind with all that his strength could muster. All throughout, her little son had finally turned into a man, a beast-like man attempting to fill all her available holes with its seed as much as it could, to forever mark every inch of its mate's body with its essence. She was burning up, consumed in the furnace of carnal passion: no longer was she just long-lost sister, loving mother, or erstwhile lover. She was his woman, his wife, and forever she would pledge herself to him.
When next she woke, she was pleasantly sore, her entire body tired and worn ragged—but it all still felt good. She felt Lelouch's arms around her, holding her close in that same possessive manner that made her heart flutter as it never had. She was as a young maiden, smitten by this god of a man. It had taken her actually giving birth and molding him personally before she found the man who was meant for her.
Lelouch stirred, and whispered blearily in her ear, "Love you, mom…" She smiled, secretly glad that beneath it all, in his unguarded moments he was still the same spoiled little boy. He clung to her in that same manner, holding her close so she would never leave.
"I love you, my dear sweet darling," she whispered back, giving him a hug of her own, and pressing their bodies together, as if they were trying to share their warmth.
"In sickness and in health," he said, grasping her hand in his own.
"'Till death do us part," she said, squeezing back. They shared a long, soulful kiss, a kiss between two souls united. It felt so right.
The feel of intimacy between them felt like a soothing balm as the lovers went to sleep, limbs wrapped lovingly around each other as if they were the only two people in the world.
Guinevere wasn't so happy that they had spent nearly a whole day leaving her alone. The couple had, in the interim spent much of their days having sex. Whether it was preparing breakfast while having sex (with Lelouch studiously pumping two cocks into her while she did her best to concentrate on the food), taking a bath while having sex (every time they thought they were done bathing they managed to come together and fuck again, necessitating another bath, repeating the cycle for a while), or even sunbathing while having sex. (repeating their first experience as a couple out in the garden)
Privately, Lelouch thought that his sister should count herself lucky they were here at all. He suspected that the only reason Marianne came down here was because the threesome would be an excellent extension of their little private honeymoon. He thought of the image of some sort of sexual relief toy, which might exactly be how Marianne viewed Guinevere.
In fact, with the way the two mature women were making out, mashing their moist, hairy pussies together in sapphic congress, their thick, supple limbs coiled lovingly together, Lelouch wondered if it was actually more of a way for Marianne to indulge herself than to give him a show. After all, with the recent truths, it was clear that Marianna was Guinevere's sister. Was she even now diving into greater pleasure by indulging further into the depths of incest, even if Guinevere wasn't aware of it? In a way, he pitied his other sister, who was now a pawn in a game she could not understand.
Still, Marianne treated Guinevere gently and lovingly, as she was bearing a child belonging to the man to whom she'd devoted her life. She insisted that whatever he had done with his Geass would not be used on Guinevere, at least until the baby was born. His sister responded positively to the attention they lavished on her, leaving her exhausted many times, her pussy sore and gaping, and milk leaking heavily from her dusky, engorged nipples.
In the meantime, he and Marianne continued their incestuous celebrations right there in Guinevere's chambers, as their mutual love turned into a great urge to breed. It was beyond hedonism: it was sheer animalistic will that made them mate continuously, even as they prepared food or bathed. He remained buried within her, and she locked herself around him, as if to ensure that no drop of his life-giving seed would ever go anywhere else but her fertile womb.
Not even when Guinevere awoke, some time later, did they stop. Their sister had to content herself with making out with Marianne while Lelouch supped eagerly from her breasts, all while they continued to ensure that something would quicken. That the newest sibling to the little one inside Guinevere would be conceived, formed from loving, incestuous bonds.
Marianne had discarded her title: no longer Charles consort, nor his sister, nor his daughter; she was no longer Lelouch's mother, or his sister. She was his wife, his lover, and perhaps in the future she would become Consort to a new Emperor.
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